Comrades,I never thought I’d say this, but lately I find myself nodding—hijab and all—at policy speechesthe reactionary francophone bourgeoise tell me I’m supposed to hate. As a disabled-by-choice,transgender bisexual hijabi anglophone Québécois, I’ve slaved to create an attention-grabbingand deeply flawed political identity, and now I think I’ve found my soulmate.Take trade, for instance. I’ve long opposed free trade agreements because of how they exploit thedomestic proletariat and raise oat milk prices, so when a politician finally started talking abouttariffs, I